"Well……"The man's eyes bulged out as severe pain spread to his brain. Sweat poured out of his face like crazy, mixing with blood and dripping onto the ground. He wanted to speak, but his tongue had been completely crushed and he could not make any sound except meaningless wails. Lu Linglong pulled out the dagger, her face expressionless except for her eyes, which were a little darker in scarlet than before. Under severe pain, the man's desire to survive was overwhelming and he wanted to escape. But he forgot that one of his arms and thighs was completely disabled. He couldn't stand up at all and could only crawl on the ground with difficulty like a maggot. This man, even if he was in his prime, could not be a match for Lu Linglong, let alone he was half disabled at this moment. So he had just crawled a few dozen centimeters when Lu Linglong caught up from behind. "boom!" Lu Linglong raised her leg and stepped on the man's head. The man's bloody face was pressed against the concrete floor as he struggled in panic.
But there was no chance for the man to struggle. Lu Linglong bent down and stabbed the man in the back with the dagger in her hand. "Pfft!" "Pfft!" "Pfft!" For a moment, the sound of sharp blades piercing flesh was endless, and the dagger in Lu Linglong's hand fell on the man's body like raindrops. Blood gushed out and sprayed all around. Lu Linglong, who was squatting next to the man, was naturally not spared and was covered in blood. However, Lu Linglong didn't care about it at all. She was covered in blood and continued to stab the man's body with a knife with an expressionless face. At the side, Jiang Lan, who was sitting on the mattress, looked at Lu Linglong with interest with a smile on his face, while counting in his mind. Ninety-six...Ninety-seven... Jiang Lan also knew that the man was already dead after the thirteenth blow. But he did not stop Lu Linglong's behavior. This time, I brought Lu Linglong here not just to let her kill someone, but to cure her mental illness. Even if it can't be cured, as my father said, as long as Lu Linglong doesn't make things difficult for me, it will be fine. Jiang Lan estimated that this should be enough to bring Lu Linglong's mentality back on track. Jiang Lan was thinking here, and not far away from him, Lu Linglong still had no expression on her face. She slashed at the man in front of her with her knife again and again, like a tireless machine. Half an hour later. Jiang Lan had even forgotten how many times Lu Linglong stabbed the man. In short, the pile of things in front of Lu Linglong can no longer be called people. To be more precise, it should be a pile of minced meat.
But even so, Lu Linglong still had no intention of stopping, and just continued the previous action mechanically. Even Jiang Lan, who was originally calm, couldn't help but suck his teeth when he saw this scene. Originally I just knew that this girl was sick, but now I see that she is seriously ill. Chop it for a while and it will become dumpling filling. But at this time he still chose not to speak out to disturb Lu Linglong. Even though Jiang Lan is not a doctor, he knows that now is the critical moment for treatment. Only by allowing Lu Linglong to completely vent the fear and depression that has accumulated over the years can her illness be cured. Although Jiang Lan didn't know whether this method was reliable or not. After all, as I said before, he is not a doctor. And just like that, another half an hour passed. At this time, the original man had reached the point where even Jiang Lan would frown when he saw him. Finally, he couldn't bear it anymore. "How about I go buy some noodles?" Lu Linglong stabbed a few more times with the dagger out of habit. The redness in her eyes faded a little and she raised her head in confusion. "what?" "I said, I'm going to buy some noodles." "Noodles? Flour? For what?" Lu Linglong said to Jiang Lan in a daze, as if she had just woken up from a dream. "Roll out some dumpling wrappers." Jiang Lan looked at the pile of minced meat soaked in blood on the ground, "It's just that you chopped the stuffing a little too finely. It probably won't taste good." Lu Linglong's CPU crashed for a moment, and then she turned back along Jiang Lan's line of sight and saw the pool of minced meat. The visual impact of the scene in front of her was simply too strong. "This……" The blood in Lu Linglong's eyes disappeared completely and she stood up in a panic. She looked at Jiang Lan. "Brother Jiang Lan...how...how...how..." Lu Linglong's voice gradually weakened. She remembered. She was the one who killed the man, and she also made this puddle of dirt on the ground. It’s just that because the stimulation was too strong just now, Lu Linglong’s brain crashed for a moment, and she just remembered it now. "It's okay, it's just a dead body." Jiang Lan stood up from the mattress and patted the dust off his pants. "Let's go, someone will come to take care of the body."
Lu Linglong stood there, expressionless, her chest heaving up and down. Seeing this, Jiang Lan did not continue to move, but stood where he was, just looking at Lu Linglong. The atmosphere fell into a strange silence again. Three minutes later, Lu Linglong's expression finally showed some subtle changes. She slowly turned her head and looked at the pool of minced meat. There was a hint of mist in her eyes. Sudden. "Wow!" She suddenly threw herself into Jiang Lan's arms, tears streaming down her face like water. After a short while, Jiang Lan's shirt was already wet with Lu Linglong's tears. Jiang Lan's body stiffened for a moment, then his eyes softened a little. He put his arm around Lu Linglong and patted her back gently. "It's over, it's over." "Wow woo woo..." As Jiang Lan comforted her, Lu Linglong cried even louder than before. For a moment, Jiang Lan also felt a little numb. You asked him to kill someone and provide a wake-up service, and he has experience in this. But he had never done this kind of work of coaxing a little girl. After being stiff for a while, Jiang Lan gritted his teeth and continued to pat Lu Linglong's back gently. More than ten minutes passed like this, and Lu Linglong's crying gradually subsided. Jiang Lan lowered his head and asked softly: "Do you feel better?" Lu Linglong didn't say anything, but just snuggled into his arms even harder. "Let's go then? I'll take you home to rest?" "not going back……" Lu Linglong shook her head in Jiang Lan's arms. Jiang Lan felt a little helpless. He really has no experience with this kind of thing. After thinking for a while, he said to Lu Linglong: "Then let's talk?"
Lu Linglong raised her head from his arms. "What to talk about?" "sit." Jiang Lan pulled her and sat back on the mattress. A smell of blood wafted through my nose. Jiang Lan glanced to the side again and felt that this place didn't seem suitable for chatting. He twitched the corner of his mouth. "Well, why don't we go downstairs and talk..." (End of this chapter)